While prepping for my literary theory class today, I came across the following quote by critic Terrence Hawke:
All ends, when they arrive, shape the beginnings that precede them. (qtd in Barry 295)
Immediately, my mind went to Anne Frank. As an adult, reading The Diary of a Young Girl, I could not begin the “musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl” without thinking about the end of Frank’s story. As I read the entries from 1944, when Anne turned fifteen, I couldn’t keep from calculating how many months she had left to live. It’s impossible to read her diary without confronting the sad fact that Anne Frank died in Bergen-Belsen just weeks before the camp was liberated.
In one way, the power of the diary IS the ending. Here is a young girl, both ordinary and extraordinary, who is full of life. As we read, our knowledge of her fate colors each entry. Here is a young girl finding her way through her struggles with her parents, through her first fleeting love, through her discovery of her life’s calling. When you read passages like this one, it’s so difficult to separate your knowledge of Anne’s ending from her moment of hope:
I’m young and have many hidden qualities; I’m young and strong and living through a big adventure; I’m right in the middle of it and can’t spend all day complaining because it’s impossible to have any fun! I’m blessed with many things: happiness, a cheerful disposition and strength. Every day I feel myself maturing, I feel liberation drawing near, I feel the beauty of nature and the goodness of the people around me. Every day I think what a fascinating and amusing adventure this is! With all that, why should I despair?
It’s exactly this tension between hope and despair that powers the diary. The immediacy and intimacy of Anne’s voice invites you to commiserate. And yet, you always know the ending. In some ways, I think Anne is also always aware of the possibility of her death. She knows what is happening to her fellow Jews. She knows that it is only her own force of will that will keep her from despair. While it’s easy to try and cling to the comic moments in the diary and the hope Anne offers from time to time, I think both Anne’s maturity, and our own, comes from confronting the despair head on, from not shirking from the end that colors each beginning.
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